Chapter 127: Betting to Kowtow and Call Him Daddy
Translator: 549690339
On Monday, Xaviera Evans went to school as usual, but she didn’t expect to hear that Mag Evans had taken leave. Was the incident from the day before really that upsetting for her?
Tsk, tsk, she must have a pretty weak ntal fortitude.
“Teacher, we have the English test this afternoon. Aren’t you going to say so encouraging words?” The class leader of Class 3 looked at Xaviera helplessly.
Xaviera rembered there was an English test today. This test assesses students’ translation abilities of foreign literature, which is an unusual content to be tested in regular universities. However, Libanan University encourages students’ all-round developnt to keep up with international standards, so there are various odd tests.
Translating foreign literature isn’t that difficult; the tricky part is expressing the content clearly using appropriate words. Uncommon words and phrases in the original text make translation challenging, and so terms may be local dialects. It’s hard to translate without a detailed understanding of foreign cultures.
Libanan University is probably holding this test to select a suitable student to participate in the upcoming International Translation Competition.
Thinking about the invitation in her hand, Xaviera’s enthusiasm disappeared again. She waved languidly at the class leader: “It’s fine, just take it easy in the test.”
The class leader was even more speechless, “Teacher, have you forgotten our bet with Jessi Whitman? Although we know our odds of winning are low, we don’t want to give up outright.”
Xaviera raised an eyebrow, “Who told you that the odds of winning are low?” Wasn’t she the champion of the previous competition? The assignnts she assigned to her students were all based on the International Translation Competition. Though they looked simple, they all served a purpose. By building a strong foundation, there would be nothing to fear during the actual competition, right?
The class leader didn’t know that Xaviera had already incorporated questions from the International Translation Competition into their coursework, so when he heard Xaviera’s confident words, he felt like saying, “Teacher, you think too highly of us.”
Just as he was about to explain their class’s actual strength, an eerie voice ca from the doorway, “I will definitely get a perfect score in this test, Xaviera, just wait for your loss, get on your knees and kowtow to !”
Xaviera looked at her, “What if soone from our class gets a perfect score? Will you kneel down, kowtow twice, and call daddy?”
Jessi Whitman went silent for a mont before bursting into laughter, “You guys getting full marks? Hahahaha, Xaviera, are you out of your mind? Do you know that my English grades have always been the best in the grade? What qualification do your class of losers have to compete with for the first place?
Xaviera smiled at her, “How would we know if we don’t try?”
Jessi Whitman stopped laughing and stared at Xaviera. When she saw Xaviera’s serious expression, she nodded, “Alright, but if you guys lose, you’ll kneel down in front of the school gate on behalf of your students, admitting in front of everyone that you’re a loser, inferior to Mag Evans.”
So students were uncomfortable with the situation. They knew too well
Class 3’s strength: always ranking last in every test. How could they challenge
Jessi, the top student of their grade? Weren’t they just asking for humiliation? “Let’s just forget it. It’s just a test. There’s no need to make a big deal.”
“Yeah, no need for kneeling. The loser can buy sothing for the winner. Girls like makeup and bags, so how about buying so luxury goods as a token of goodwill?”
Jessi scoffed, “Buy luxury goods? Have you forgotten how Xaviera earned her money? I don’t want things bought with dirty money. Let’s stick to my terms, Xaviera, dare you? Give a firm answer.”
Xaviera nodded nonchalantly, “Of course, I already said that if you lose, you’ll kneel down and kowtow to while calling daddy. Of course, let’s agree in advance not to be dishonest, okay? I’m not like you guys. I’m willing to admit defeat if I lose, but you guys like to play tricks and cheat. When you lose, you pretend to be pitiful and try to gain sympathy from the audience to plead for you. Just thinking about that scene annoys .”
So the bet is fine, but ugly words need to be said upfront: no cheating!
Jessi was very confident in herself, so she agreed to Xaviera’s request without hesitation.
Seeing the situation unfold like this, the class leader was bewildered. Their test was not just a test, but also a battle for their teacher’s dignity? Wasn’t this pressure too imnse?
While he was anxious, Xaviera, the one involved, appeared relaxed. She patted him on the shoulder and said, “It’s okay, just take the test normally, don’t stress.”
Class leader: ‘
If I don’t stress, it’d be strange!
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